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Dec 2016
It's funny how your demons can **** you slowly inside.
You look for a light that shines bright enough to guide.
But you're lost in the cold darkness and can't find the candle.
Looking and looking your heart beats fast, It's too much for you to handle.
You start to get weary when in the darkness, you see a small fire.
Walking toward it you feel lighter inside and you feel it's warmth which you desired.
The fire spreads through out the room and see things you didn't see before.
Like trees and birds singing and blue sky which you adore.
You're seeing things you haven't in a while.
Because of your pain and life's trials.
No darkness is anywhere to be seen.
You feel your demons leave you, and you feel your soul is clean.
Abigail Sandquist
Written by
Abigail Sandquist  23/F/Texas
   kenny Diamond, NV and Keith Wilson
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